Your sister has gone round to the theatre to ask them to excuse her this evening." "I remember now that I sent for you," Morrison continued.

"Tell me, has any one been around at the office asking after me ?" "No one particular," Laverick answered,--"no one at all that I can think of.

There were one or two inquiries through the telephone, but they were all ordinary business matters." The man on the bed drew a little breath which sounded like a sigh of relief.
"I have made a fool of myself, Laverick," he said hoarsely.
"You are making a worse one of yourself by lying here and giving way," Laverick declared, "besides frightening your sister half to death." Morrison passed his hand across his forehead.
"We talked--some time ago," he went on, "about my getting away.
You promised that you would help me.

You said that I could get off to Africa or America to-morrow." "Not the slightest difficulty about that," Laverick answered.

"There are half-a-dozen steamers sailing, at least.